To Our LeadersDeWayne ChavezThe best intentions pave a road to devilish behaviorDrinking bottles of his blood in hopesOf being saved by my SaviorWhen you see the PopesOn the golden throneWatching over their so called ownWith no food and no homeOf their ownThe rich eat fine wine and clamsWhile the world of calamityHas meWondering why police abuse authorityLeft in a dumpster because she could not afford meThe government makes me sick to my stomachChurches make me want to vomitHow can I help the world when I’m helplessWith my stressRolled in a spliff,Others pop pills or sniffBut it’s not the seventiesThis is now the time of lost integrityClosing my eyes only to enjoy sweet daymaresHuman beings like zombiesAsking why try when nobody caresSuicides bring more bodiesOur nation has the people asking the same questionGod why don’t you careToo many thoughts after a bible sessionMy knees hurt from prayersEvery letter from my words climbs up heaven’s stairsIn hope that it reaches God and not just the air